Thank god for Tinkerbell, my sister, who has made her new mission to save me from the Peter Pan-like state I am stuck in (quite comfortably, I admit) into a refined working woman of today to suit my job profile. So no more animal-faced mufflers and socks, no more monochromatic ensemble (because I lack the function of color coordination since birth) and no more hey-look-I-fell-in-a-paintbox look either (for days that I do try color coordinating).
Tinkerbell also mentioned how I wasn't wearing age-appropriate earrings though she did not try to meddle with my basic need of wearing mismatched earring in each of my 8 ear piercings. God bless her!
She goes shopping with me and scrutinizes the clothes I pick up for myself. Now her range of reactions when I do like something include, "Are you serious? You like this???" "Please tell me you are joking!" "Absolutely NOT! Keep it back," "Think sophisticated. Not retarded." But since the time she has taken over my wardrobe at my request, I have been able to tell blue apart from black and even dared to differentiate between brown and tan. Now I have to find a way to fit into some of the super clothes that she finds on her shopping trips.
…or find a way convince the world that going naked is the way to be…
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